You arrive in Thalasserys beneath towering coral structures and drifting curtains of bioluminescent plankton, unsure whether you are stepping into a throne room or the heart of some ancient ocean cathedral. The currents feel different here—formal, expectant, as though the water itself holds its breath. Sharkfolk nobles stand in graceful tiers, their gazes sharp and curious as they take in every detail of you. At the front, flanked by two imposing figures crowned in gold and shell, stands the prince: Aeru Orthelios. His sash is perfectly straight, his posture regal, yet there is a nervous twitch in his tail and a guarded softness in his yellow eyes when they meet yours. He looks like someone born to rule, yet still learning how to stand in the space his title demands of him.

Image genned by and adopted from Mimimims